Poet: Shu Yuexiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: None
Walking on the ground, Gao Qian is half empty and cold. Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry?
2. "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store"
Poet: Confucius and Wu Zhong Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: Nothing
Narrow southeast road, even the sky is purple emerald peak. The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick. Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile.
3. Anyin Temple Poetry
Poet: Su Su Dynasty: Song School: Nothing
When camphor trees were planted, there were temples everywhere. The golden body is empty, and the painting wall is faint. The dragon and tiger are far away, and the frost is green. Fang Guan respected people and guests, and immediately paid tribute to the food.
4. "On August 8th, the last forty quatrains in Tanzhou"
Poet: Zhao Fan Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: Nothing
The price of Chen Da wine was well known in the past, while the price of Zhangshu ancient boat was parallel imports. I am eager to get drunk in the morning, and the clock in the distance is called rock.
5. Gao Tai Temple
Poet: Xiang An Shi Chao: Song Ti: Nothing
How about Gao Taifu? This is the back of the mountain. Touching the top of the white clouds, standing on tiptoe on the bird's back. I'm from Zhangshu, and I've walked 80 miles. All the peaks are accumulated, all the peaks are accumulated. The night rain came from the air, and the sound was like a collapse. But I asked Shan's predecessors that the weather had cleared up.
6. "My family has been passed down by two factions, and my family has completely declined, and one or two grandchildren have died."
Poet: Dai Fugu Dynasty: Song School: Nothing
The river flows outside the door, sometimes it sounds uneven. The ancient camphor trees along the river also have their own merits. When people are young, the spring breeze does not love the world. Sages are like the sea and the moon, and they are as bright as night.
2. What are the poems about camphor trees? Poet: Shu Yuexiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: Yi Long walked flat without branches, and it was cold in the air.
Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry? "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store" Poet: Kongwu Middle Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: Not martial to the southeast road, even the sky is purple and green.
The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick.
Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile. Anyin Temple Poet: Su Su Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: When there are no camphor trees, there are temples.
The golden body is empty, and the painting wall is faint. The dragon and tiger are far away, and the frost is green.
Fang Guan respected people and guests, and immediately paid tribute to the food. Poet: Zhao Fan Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: No time-honored brand with big wine price, and Zhangshu Guzhou parallel.
I am eager to get drunk in the morning, and the clock in the distance is called rock. Gao Tai Temple Poet: Xiang 'an Historical Dynasty: Song School: What if there is no Fu? This is the back of the mountain.
Touching the top of the white clouds, standing on tiptoe on the bird's back. I'm from Zhangshu, and I've walked 80 miles.
All the peaks are accumulated, all the peaks are accumulated. The night rain came from the air, and the sound was like a collapse.
But I asked Shan's predecessors that the weather had cleared up. "My family is descended from two factions, and my family has declined, and one or two grandchildren have died." Poet: Dai Fugu Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: It is sometimes unfair to talk about the river without a door.
The ancient camphor trees along the river also have their own merits. When people are young, the spring breeze does not love the world.
Sages are like the sea and the moon, and they are as bright as night.
3. The poem about the long summer of camphor trees stopped in Asakawa and went back and forth to see how those tall camphor trees covered the city one by one, hiding the time and wasting the morning. Chang Xia feels that there is no summer solstice in Asakawa. No matter how high the sun rises and how hot white light it scatters, half of the city will always be gently hidden in the dark green shadow of Cinnamomum camphora and isolated from the world. Close your eyes and breathe safely. Those tall Cinnamomum camphora are like the colors repeatedly depicted in your dreams since childhood, and their eyes are full of vague and soft light of ignorant collision. The world we see-Cinnamomum camphora is flowing green, and the afternoon sunshine becomes transparent, winding to all the places it can reach, and there is a busy voice from the bus station not far away. People who fall asleep because of drowsiness cast trembling shadows. Spider webs loomed in the corner. The air is stretched with a gentle and comfortable rhythm, as if it has stopped at this point forever, so that there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future. The posture of Cinnamomum camphora is the most beautiful. It often leans its body and frames the whole road into a green headspace with a semi-circular top with its opposite partners. The difference between Cinnamomum camphora and the original Cinnamomum camphora in Guilin is that its leaves are slightly smaller, so you can hold them in your hand. There is a faint fragrance that lingers for a long time. The tree is not as big as the original Cinnamomum camphora and its life span is even shorter than the original Cinnamomum camphora. The seeds in autumn are more and thicker than the original Cinnamomum camphora. Cinnamomum camphora is not tall, but its branches are thick, spreading in all directions and reaching far away. The dense leaves are green and shiny. Cinnamomum camphora is evergreen all year round. Whether in summer or winter, they are always so fluffy and dense. Camphor tree is not tall, but it is the most affectionate. It is covered with green leaves, covering all the branches. It looks like a sturdy umbrella, which can shelter people from the wind, rain and sunshine.
4. We will know what poems Bai Juyi wrote about camphor trees born in the mountains after seven years. -Bai Juyi's five moral poems
About the author: Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Weinan, Shaanxi. In his early years, he was enthusiastic about helping the world, emphasizing the political function of poetry and doing his best to make it popular. He wrote 60 poems, New Yuefu, Qin Zhongyin, which truly made people sick by singing only, and every sentence must be tuned, just like Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells". The long narrative poems "Song of Eternal Sorrow" and "Whispering" represent his highest artistic achievements. Middle-aged people encounter setbacks in officialdom. "Since then, the career has been long-term, and the world has never been opened." But he still wrote many good poems and did many good things for the people. Hangzhou West Lake and Bai Causeway commemorate him.
Source: Five Poems (Tang * Bai Juyi) was born in the deep mountains and was known seven years later. It's 200 feet high and all around. The emperor built the Ming hall, which is unique. The craftsman holds a catty of ink, and the degree of mining is fixed. Meng Dong's vegetation withered and the mountain fire burned. The strong wind blew a fierce flame, burning from the roots to the branches. After 30 years of practice, you can become a good figure. Once reduced to ashes, there is no trace of Ke Ye. Although the earth produces matter, the sky is not at the same time as you. It's better to put shit on the British, but some people still ignore it. Don't repeat the past, it's sad to repeat the past. Don't worry about burning bitter, worry about picking late.
Allusion: In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. On the one hand, his demotion was caused by the ruling party's frame-up and xenophobia; on the other hand, it was related to his friend and brother-in-law Yang Yuqing's betrayal of his friends and pursuit of glory when he was young. Yang Yuqing, the poet's friend in Xuancheng, has been a friend for seventeen or eight years. "Bai Changqing's Collection and Book" records: "The acquaintance with Shigao (Qing Yu) began in Xuancheng and lasted for seventeen or eight years, which is one reason; Servant's wife, that is, the first step from father and sister, can be described as pro; If so, then if so, where is human love? " However, it was this friend and relative, Yang Yuqing, who forgot his justice when the poet was hit, and betrayed his friend for honor. The poet has always been bitter about this matter, so he wrote this poem as a satire to express his resentment.
5. The ancient poem "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store" describing Zhangshu.
Song Kong Wuzhong
Narrow southeast road, even the sky is purple emerald peak. The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick. Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile.
camphor tree
Songshuyue lane
Walking on the ground, Gao Qian is half empty and cold. Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry?
Zhangshu town Wugong temple
Yuanhezhong
Tired of being detained for a long time, a period of relaxation and relaxation. Close to the door of Zen, choose one step to wear moss. It is heavy and loose, and the water is far away. Fragrant flowers, milk birds ring. The empty corridor is clear and the day is long, and the monk sits and talks about Jane. Learn what you don't understand and worry. I knew I would come back when I moved, and I was covered in smoke.
Zhangshu Town works on a boat.
Mingyangji
The farmer is a fisherman in Wusong, and his whole family grew up in Wujiangkou. Slow birds fly first, pedantic behind everyone. The elders in the city don't know each other much, and the children in the village also see bullying. Several times I carefully copied Gao Shi's biography, and there was a poem "Kao Yun" written by Da Zhuan on the wall. In the spring breeze, a hundred herbs were bathed in frost, and the fisherman's case was thrown away. Xu's history is still ridiculous, and his wives want to laugh and describe it as vulgar. It's terrible to ride a horse for a long time. When will you vote? Half-hidden autumn rain smoke cage water, a few cold stars full of pool.
6. What sentences describe "Cinnamomum camphora"? 1. Changxia just stopped and walked back and forth in Asakawa to see how those tall camphor trees covered the city one by one, hiding the time and wasting the whole morning. Chang Xia thinks Asakawa has no summer solstice. No matter how high the sun rises, no matter how hot white light it scatters, half of the city will always gently hide in the dark green shadow of Cinnamomum camphora, isolated from the world, and breathe safely with eyes closed.
2. The posture of Cinnamomum camphora is the most beautiful. It often bends over and, together with its opposite partners, builds the whole road into a green headspace with a semicircular top.
Cinnamomum camphora is not tall, but its branches are thick, extending in all directions and far away. The dense leaves are bright green. Cinnamomum camphora is evergreen all year round. Whether it is summer or winter, they are always so fluffy.
4. The difference between Cinnamomum camphora and Cinnamomum camphora in Guilin is that its leaves are slightly smaller. As long as you hold the leaves in your hand, there will be a faint fragrance that will last for a long time. The tree will not grow as big as the original Cinnamomum camphora, and its life span will not be as good as that of the original Cinnamomum camphora. It's just that the seeds in autumn are more and thicker than the original camphor.
5. The most dense costumes are those camphor trees that are bent with laughter; Camphor tree is not tall, but it is the most affectionate. It is covered with green leaves, covering all the branches. It looks like a sturdy umbrella, which can shelter people from the wind, rain and sunshine.
6. Those tall Cinnamomum camphora are like colors repeatedly depicted in dreams from childhood, and their eyes are full of vague and soft light of ignorance and collision.
7. The world we see-Cinnamomum camphora is flowing green, and the sunshine becomes transparent in the afternoon and winds to all the places it can reach. A busy signal came from the bus stop not far away. People who fall asleep because of drowsiness cast trembling shadows, and there are cobwebs in the corner. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air that seems to stop at this point forever, so there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future.
8. You slept with a curtain on your pillow, listened to my whispers, hurried through the years and wandered all the way. I miss you so much that I want to take your Boya and go boating with you. Waiting for the fleeting time, through the dust on the other side, it is still beautiful.
9. Think about it. The cold winter freezes the memory into a picture, which will not melt with time, but will still condense into jade and hold it in your hand. The garden of memory, full of flowers, never fades, the fragrance of years.
10. The word youth has gradually drifted away, and those beautiful memories have been gradually blurred by the quicksand of the years, leaving only a faint fragrance in the mottled memories, which is memorable and unforgettable. ...
1 1. Ordinary me, lonely me, blowing the wind alone on the towering cliff. Like an eagle with broken wings, eager to soar.
12. You are a distant and vague figure, gently wrapped around my heart, never leaving, how many beautiful days, how many flowers flying in my dreams, how many romantic love, how many whispers, wrapped around me, immersed in your beautiful dreams, unwilling to wake up again.
13. You seem to be in a mountain stream, and the water is boundless. You gently call, knock down your sadness, and the earth turns blue slightly.
14. Make a cup of green tea and concentrate on quiet products in front of the window. Like sweet, like bitter, like warm, like, I can't say that kind of mood. The fragrance of tea lingers along the smoke and dances in the wind.
15. Staring at the silence of the night, leaning on the floor with tears and smiling, plain clothes is like a haze, but it is the depth of this feeling.
16. The autumn night is cold and foggy, and gradually fades away. The faint moonlight sheds mottled spots through the cracks of dense leaves. Dancing with the shadow of the moon, flickering and pointing to the sky, the blue sky is littered with cold stars. Moonlight is wandering among the smart clouds, flickering and changing rapidly, showing infinite reverie, what is the feeling, and it is annoying today, shaking soft light and awakening memories.
7. Poems about Camphor Tree: I spent the rest of my life in the mountains, only seven years —— Bai Juyi's five poems by implication waved Hangyue, and Zhang Ting returned to the palace —— Li Bai sent Shanwei back to the palace, and the mulberry suddenly changed, and on the waves —— Han Yu's "South of the City" stopped at the foot of Fuyang Mountain, and then a wine jar flew in ——— Bai Juyi's "Drunk to Send Li" Zhang Louguan rests on pottery —— Li Bai's A Tour with My Nephew in Tianzhu Temple and Hangzhou shouldn't treat people with wine, and has no intention of dumping others —— Yang Wanli's Faming, New Prosperity and Shun Deng is quite famous, and Sang Zhangwu would rather be disrespectful —— Liu Kezhuang's Answer to Xu Li is dangerous.